I managed a weak smile.
“Hi, nice to meet you,” were my words.
Randy was short, paunchy and balding, but he acted like the King of England.
“Nice to meet you,” he sniffed, taking a swig of wine. Never mind that we were at a burger joint. This guy had ordered rosé to go with his veggie burger. Who does that?
So I was already turned off, and at the end of the night, made my excuses, mumbling this or that about work.
“Please, it’s Saturday night!” exclaimed my friend, tossing that blonde hair back. “You don’t have work.”
“No, I do, I do,” came my rushed reply. “Sorry gotta go!”
And with that, I was off into the darkness, Randy far behind. Thank god. But unfortunately, most of my “dates” followed along pretty similar lines. Didn’t any of Elaine’s male buddies have better friends than the toads I got stuck with?
It was so disappointing.
So, so disappointing.
Pulling my blanket up over my body, a sigh escaped my lips. After tonight, I no longer needed a Jake or my TV fantasies to sustain me. I’d had real, live men, in the flesh. Not one, not two, but three men making me cum with their fingers and tongues.
But what did I want? A relationship? With three guys? I snorted at my own thoughts. Mason, Kane and Tyler didn’t live here in Knox. They belonged in the big city, with fast cars, beautiful women, and million dollar jobs. By contrast, I was a small-town girl with a piddling salary at a regional magazine. Where could this really go?
“Ummph!” came my enraged growl.
Kicking the covers off, I pulled at my curls in frustration.
What should I do?
What should I think?
Should I go back to the old Katie, going on sporadic dates with midget men like Randy?
Should I subject myself to a lifetime of loneliness?
Or should I give into the wonderment that was Mason, Kane and Tyler?
Suddenly, I realized the black and white nature of my thoughts. This wasn’t a forever thing, and that was the point exactly. I couldn’t expect forever. Why was forever even on the agenda?
So maybe I could explore. I could take this moment for what it was worth, and live in the now with my three alpha billionaires. Why not? I could enjoy myself and see where the relationship went, if you could even call it a relationship.
Yeah, the voice in my mind chimed. You don’t even know if they’re still in Knox! Maybe they already took off on that fancy jet.
That was true. I’d assumed that Mason, Kane and Tyler were staying around, but hey, the money doesn’t get made by itself. Maybe they were already gone, and all I had were memories.
But maybe Mason, Tyler and Kane were still here in my small town, and I’d get a lesson for the ages, times three. My heart beat fast, even as I tried to fall asleep. Because I want them, yes … and everything these gorgeous men can teach.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kane
How the hell did we get roped into a post-wedding brunch? Because from the minute we stepped foot into the restaurant, Elaine was already acting like the Queen of England, ordering everyone about like they were her loyal subjects.
“Here, here,” she said imperiously, pointing this way and that. “No! There, there!”
The waiters scurried around like mice, doing her bidding. Tyler, Mason and I exchanged looks. Man, this was gonna be painful.
Meanwhile, poor Bobby leaned back in his chair, looking exhausted. But my guess was that he hadn’t gotten laid. No way. Elaine probably kept him up until sunrise complaining about this or that, instead of doing her wifely duties. Man, if that had happened last night, I’m sure my bro would be looking a lot more chipper this morning.
But it was too late now. The deal was signed, sealed and delivered. Might as well put a good spin on it.
“Yo Bob, you should come hang in New York with us one weekend,” grunted Tyler, slapping our buddy on the back. “We never got the chance to do a bro’s weekend before you got married.”
Maybe that would cheer the guy up. A big steak dinner, and some time at Scores and Lace with the professional ladies. Maybe that’d put a spring back in his step. Mason jumped in, echoing the sentiment.
“Yeah bro, you should definitely come. We could hit up all of our old places.”
He’d obviously seen the forlorn look on Bobby’s face too. This was our fucking bro; we didn’t want to see him looking so defeated, it was downright sad. So I threw in my two cents as well. Might as well go for the money.
“It hasn’t been the same without you, Bobster. Come for a weekend. It’ll be like old times,” I promised.
And Bobby looked better after our words. Some color returned to his face, and he sat straighter in the chair. But before a word was uttered, Elaine bulldozed her way into the conversation like a crazed rhino.